The night passed in silence. The next morning, they were awakened by the familiar sound of Christmas carols. The Shop windows across the street had officially switched to Christmas decorations, Christmas songs played one after another, and it had started snowing.
Still half-asleep, Spider-Man propped himself up, threw all the blankets onto Jason's side, sat on the floor for a while to wake up, and rubbed his shoulder, which had been painfully pressed against something.
He got up and walked to the window. The instant he pulled back the curtains, the room was flooded with pale, cold light. Outside was a vast expanse of white, and Spider-Man's pupils gleamed like sparkling diamonds against the snow.
The smell of fried eggs drifted in from outside the door. Spider-Man would bet there was bacon too, but it was already 7:10, and he had to get to school early to finish his homework.
Spider-Man attended a private high school, though he had not paid his way in. Many better private schools recruited students with exceptional grades, and it did not even matter if they were weak in certain subjects. As long as they achieved good results in the competitions or summer camps hosted by the schools, they could enroll. Spider-Man had placed first in nearly every science subject, while Thompson had gotten in through football.
He rushed out, stuffed a fried egg into his mouth, took the sandwich his aunt handed him, gulped down two huge mouthfuls of milk, slung on his backpack, and bolted out the door, leaving his aunt stamping her foot in the doorway.
The school was still some distance from Parker's home, but Spider-Man did not care. He could just run there. The snowy weather made the roads difficult today, and it took him nearly half an hour to